Though painful, Solitude stimulates our creative spirit.It is easy to live a life of compromise to avoid loneliness but then compromise is not "living". It is a challenge to find people whose steady presence steadily enables one to evolve as the person one desires to be. It is in my "solitude" that I hear my heart speak out what I wish to be and my biggest responsibility towards life is to find the real me.In my quest for the real me I'll cherish these " frozen moments".
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Mother's plea
to a place new
But why can't I
pulling back are memories of You
Another tiring day unslept
Familiar are the moments left unwept
I would like to object
But I realize You have stolen my voice
Life is so confusing
Confused I am my head is reeling
unable to find the ground
I am afraid I'll soon be crashing
the world no longer attracts
Until now I thought I had it all clear
But this profound feeling has me all stressed
Have you seen my face, where hangs a tear
Killing me inside
Defeat is not easy for me to admit
I've always hid pain away
In this materialistic world I feel a misfit
I try to keep my sensibilities intact
But I find my mind falling apart
My breath comes unevenly
Trying to pull me back lest I die
I at the top of my lungs
But am unable to release my sorrow
My heart's sore beyond your belief
It believes there's no tomorrow
My sanity doesn't support
I am scared that I may indeed die
no one cares
So,do I say goodbye
What am I without my deeds- Just fiction ?
My identity - the summation of my deeds ?
My deeds - purpose or simple needs ?
My needs -Serendipity ?
Serendipity - I look for something, find it or something else?
My Control or lack of it - I flow with time, with flow of flow !
I flow - To grow ?
I grow - with solitude & self reflection ?
Self reflection - does itleads me to my identity ?
I am left wondering - what am I ?
Frozen Cry
A single moment or a never ending trail of silence
Does it make any difference to a lone existence
The chatter and cheer around
Makes no difference to the loneliness that abounds
The frozen coldness of my own presence
Overcomes the gaiety around
I wonder why this pain profound
Leaves unaffected the people around
I feel suffocated
As if my lungs perforated
I try to cry out
I can hear a feeble shout
Someone take me out of this Hades
To an Arcadia where love pervades
Will a solitary Utopian presence
Take my hand and lead me to the distant incandescence